Life on the Front Lines
The sound of machine guns blazing becomes a normal sound
It makes the same chatering noise all day and all night
The wounded and dead are every were
Artillery shells send a arm there and a leg over there
Men are crying as if they are kids again
Everyone has forgotten why we are fighting
The whole point of beginning the war is a lost cause
Hope of returning home seems impossible
Digging a trench is like digging your own grave
Mud turns a brownish red
Men go over trenches and never come back
It is all a lost cause
I have grown tired and old
All armies seem the same now
British, American, French, German they all seem the same
War is not what it seems like
As a boy I imagened flags and banners flying
Hundreds of soldies marching
I imagened coming back with medals across my uniform
But all that I came back with were horrible memories
My memories will haunt me for life
I'm scared for life
In the I wish it never happened
The sound of machine guns blazing becomes a normal sound
It makes the same chatering noise all day and all night
The wounded and dead are every were
Artillery shells send a arm there and a leg over there
Men are crying as if they are kids again
Everyone has forgotten why we are fighting
The whole point of beginning the war is a lost cause
Hope of returning home seems impossible
Digging a trench is like digging your own grave
Mud turns a brownish red
Men go over trenches and never come back
It is all a lost cause
I have grown tired and old
All armies seem the same now
British, American, French, German they all seem the same
War is not what it seems like
As a boy I imagened flags and banners flying
Hundreds of soldies marching
I imagened coming back with medals across my uniform
But all that I came back with were horrible memories
My memories will haunt me for life
I'm scared for life
In the I wish it never happened